An English Major in Math Class

[Cerise]

I've forgotten what the name of this type of poem formart is, but it does have one. P.K. Page used to do it all the time. Ugh, now I'm going to end up thinking about this all day...

 

English Major in Math Class

 

 

The grid stretched

In mathematic mockery

The numbers fuzzed

My mind shut

 

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In mathematic mockery

I examined the page

My mind shut

Against the growing black

 

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I examined the page

For the finest equation

Against the growing black

Of an idle dead station

 

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For the finest equation

My eyes follow fingers

Of an idle dead station

Collective of dust

 

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My eyes follow fingers

In hopes of new prospects

Collective of dust

Now losing appeal

 

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In hopes of new prospects

But not finding any

Now losing appeal

With my stark statement

 

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But not finding any

In mathematic mockery

With my stark statement

The grid stretched.

[Caretaker]

*takes poem away*

 

Ok, Cerise... I told you time and time again to stay on task. Now I am going to have to assign you a 30-minute afterschool detention.